Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.